Dawn barely touches the mountains when the Cullen mansion is enveloped in expectant silence. Everything is white, gold, and crystalline. Not because it needs to be… but because Lu loves it that way.

Emmett stands before a mirror, adjusting his jacket for the tenth time in ages. Not because he's nervous—never—but because he knows Lu will notice every detail. And if there's one thing he's learned in a hundred years by her side, it's that seeing her happy is worth any repetition.

"Ten times," he murmurs with a lopsided smile. "Ten weddings… and I'm still not tired of it."

From the other end of the aisle, Lu appears. Her dress isn't understated; it never is. It shimmers with exaggerated elegance, drapes perfectly, as if each wedding were both the first and the last. Her eyes sparkle with that undiminished emotion that Emmett has never quite understood… but loves deeply.

"Do I look too much?" she asks, though they both know the answer.

Emmett looks at her as if the century hadn't happened.

"You look stunning, love.”